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raised the golden cup from the board, It sparkled with purple wealth, He kist the brim her lip had prest, And drank to his ladye's health.

Ladye, to-night I pledge thy name, To-morrow thou shalt pledge mine; Ever the smile of beauty should light The victor's blood-red wine.

There are some flowers of brightest bloom Amid thy beautiful hair, Give me those roses, they shall be   The favour I will wear.